Transitions

Thread Eight: Transitions

A time to enjoy the morning presented itself to me. I felt awake and receptive to the day. Yes, today is a rare day, because I felt refreshed. Usually, an intense sleepiness hangs over me, keeping me from even walking. I am still awake now.

I believe it must be the time change. My body prefers this time zone. It is a little thing to even bring up, but it makes all the difference when I awake, and things feel right again.

These small transitions are ignored, but when I actually stop to express gratitude, somehow everything counts. I made coffee this morning. Checked email...listened to the radio, read the news on the internet...

My heart goes out to the people in that train station. They don't deserve disaster.
I hope that things will calm speedily, and help arrives as people need it.
I question the timing of the disasters and the people they affect. May faith bring assurance in their midst.

I send them the song, "Heal me." (Ronan Keating) Listening to this right now...

As I type these morning pages, the cats are resting peacefully. My heart feels quieter than usual. I am also searching for people I haven't seen for years. I may not connect, but I want to know that they are okay.

I hope they have friends that they treasure.

I connected with a new pen pal in Singapore. Some people like this type of contact better than others. So I wish to make friendships that will endure.


SOLITAIRE!

Solitude presents opportunities that are not always available in a busy atmosphere. I am trying to honor these elements instead of letting them disappear without actually taking advantage of quiet time. That's more or less what the phrase was when we participated in a retreat in Michigan many, many years ago. Quiet time is such a luxury in busy cities. I want to cultivate it again.

I am learning from the cats about small reminders like this. They are like Goldilocks in this respect. (right measure + appreciation = enough)

The "enough-ness" is the balance that I strive to strike once again. When my home feels like a crazy place, my friend's place is a get-a-way, or an escape. Then I have to pull back and say I must return to resolve things there also.

I am blogging about solitude in other ways and in other places. The words are expressing themselves again in novel ways. I don't always need to go to a beach to think, or take a walk outside, or even a read a book to rest.

Writing is a freedom one forgets.

The "solo" spiral may stay and then fade, but I know it will wait for me to return, like a return to refresh, and begin again.

Then I feel a freedom to move on to new things, tackle new projects, or even think about them for the future.

This thinking and the time to think is so necessary. I am so grateful to the "time lords" for this.

Lol...

If you follow "Dr. Who" or like programming,
you may understand this.


To Sir:

Farewell
With Love,
Martha Jones


Falling into too many
of life's portals
i am pulled into your arms
to wait again
to make a new path
toward you
and i feel that mistakes
have been erased
and life breathes anew
i stumble into the pages
of a new book every day
the words
stepping stones
holding me up
as I tread
tirelessly on
i feel their tether
leading me by many souls
searching for transcendence
to live their lives again
this quiet reverence
they need

Welcome Sally Sparrow.

I hope the new season brings exciting adventures for all the fans.


Poetry!

I listened to Michael Card's song about poetry.
I stumble upon it once every year, and then I saw it on Facebook also. So that was great!
I forwarded it to a poet. Well, when he dabbles in it. Most poets never major in
Poetry anymore.

Today, I will most probably try to teach myself Portuguese a wee bit at a time. It will be through dubbed Spanish, however, so it is not a concrete way to learn. I am acquainting myself to the scenery also before the Olympics broadcasts from Rio. I like settings of these programs. It makes me feel that I am getting a whole picture and not only a slide show.

Bye, have a very lovely day!